Just like a naughty boy

My mom used to say Dad was just like a naughty boy at times! Today we went out for lunch and came back home for a cuppa. At one point he disappeared upstairs on his stair lift and came back about 15 minutes later holding a box with cream for his head in it. He said he was running out so would take it with him. Then he had to empty his pockets to find a little reminder I had given him. Guess what? Out came hankies, ear drops, serviettes and a pair of pliers. Don't ask. He looked a bit sheepish. I just gave him a bag to put them all in...